The train slips through the dark like a thought
half-formed,unfinished,
slicing the silence between towns
too small for names,
too tired for dreams.
Inside,passengers lean into shadows,
faces lit by the dim pulse of neon signs
flashing past in a foreign tongue.
Eyes closed,mouths slack,
......
The train slips through the dark like a thought
half-formed,unfinished,
slicing the silence between towns
too small for names,
too tired for dreams.
Inside,passengers lean into shadows,
faces lit by the dim pulse of neon signs
flashing past in a foreign tongue.
Eyes closed,mouths slack,
......